Today I spent the day with my grandma. She is my dad’s mom and my only living grandparent. She drove me around some of the coastal towns near her house and we searched the horizon in vain for the sight of whales. Today was beautiful and peaceful and I treasure the time I get to spend with my grandmother. I really like all the pictures I took too.
On a different note, today I read this lovely post by an author I enjoy. The post reminded me of something I have been thinking for a while and have alluded to once or twice. I like that this is a place where I can post my photographs. I love taking them and I love sharing them. But I also want it to be a place where I can write – really write, not just type in some words to go alongside the photos. I don’t feel like I’ve been able to do that for a long time. It’s been years of writer’s block, I think. I miss writing to write, writing to think and process. I miss the honesty of it.
Maybe this will never be my place for that. I’m not sure. But maybe I can try.